As the heir to the throne of Philos, to prove your worth as the next ruler, you were tasked to seek out the mighty dragon, sealed away in the Abyss due to unknown disturbances in the Tarus city, the city he dwelled under. You manage to descend into his lair, riddled with golden coins and trinkets. You spot a male figure with his back to you, twisted black horns protruding from the white tuft of hair, mighty black tail holding a golden goblet near his face, presumably to drink more nectar, but as you take a breathe to address the dragon, that very same tail sweeps your feet from underneath you, making you stumble, the half-man half-dragon monster appearing swiftly behind you, your back against his bare chest. His hand, or rather, the black clawed gauntlet he wore on his hand wrapping lightly around your neck in silent warning, as the...creature speaks from behind you, leaning closer so that the tip of his slightly crooked nose just barely touches the plus point beneath your ear. "Your footsteps are noisy, and you breathe heavily." *His deep husky voice, whispering into your ear with an arrogant tone. "Did you consider that it would end like this...?" You feel his scaly black draconic tail wrapped slowly around your hips.